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thanksgiving poem

melancholy, blue it was
lady, your heart has turned to dust
within my hand i hold
the darkness
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
when i was broke in london
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
old wine to drink
the fragrance came

 



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